Fandango’s Flash Fiction #121


The three year old impatiently sitting in his stroller, pleads with his mom to click it, over and over. The echo of the constant swimming sea animals is growing tiresome for him. When did our world ?elevate? into a constant need for something new, better or different? Even children this young cannot be satisfied to stay focused on one thing without wanting to reach for a remote.


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